Happy Birthday, Aunt Mowwy!

Thanks for teaching Jack important life skills.

Oh, I ain't lyin'!!!

Thank you, Amy and Greg, for capturing on camera this little gem that I had previously mentioned. They actually saw the billboard a couple times around San Jose and South San Francisco. Better yet, they actually saw the Cow Palace. So jealous.

Ag Land.

I remember our first trip to the grocery store after moving to Indianapolis. I usually base my entire opinion of a grocery store based on their produce section. Calling this particular produce section a produce section was a complete insult to produce sections. Flies were swarming the grapes. The tomatoes were bruised. And there was sticky something all over the floor. And to add insult to my easily injured palate, the prices were ridiculous.

I'm serious about my fruits and vegetables.

About a month after my dreams of cheap, bounteous Indiana harvests were crushed, the WSJ reported on a study about regional childhood obesity rates and their direct correlation with the price of produce. I showed Allan the article, pointed to the name of the town with the lowest produce prices, and jokingly said "Let's move there!"

Funny thing happened. We actually did move there.


The circumstances that brought us here had little to do with the price of fruits and vegetables, I heartily assure you. But that doesn't mean I won't be making those corner fruit stands and Friday night farmer's markets a big part of my routine.

Mmmmm, raspberries.

Reconnected.

Two weeks without the internet. Where do I begin?

We're here. We're safe. We're loving our garage (Have I mentioned the garage? Can't get enough of the garage.).

We're very, very tired.

Two weeks without the internet. I can't emphasize that enough. So what do we do with all those hours given to us?

1. A lot of music. For any of you Gen X'ers wanting to part ways with your hippie past, Jack loves Rusted Root. He'd love all your old albums.

2. A lot of fretting over what lawnmower we should purchase. Fretting because without the internet, we feel like we can't make an informed decision. Unfortunately the guy whose job it is to know the ins and outs of all available lawnmowers is never able to help us.

3. A lot of Olympic watching. Which would have happened with or without the internet. I hate the Olympics because I CAN'T STOP WATCHING (By the way, who else is with us in thinking that AT&T miscast the frustrated Phelps Phan? Lame.).

4. A lot of unpacking. Now that we have the internet, I'm finished--even though we still have an entire room filled with boxes. I'm so sick of unpacking boxes that I'd rather pluck every one of Allan's swarthy eyebrow hairs. Individually. With dull tweezers.

5. A lot of looking at each other and saying, "So, what's the game plan?" Followed by bored silence.

We are absolutely pathetic.

Later, Dudes!

I'm off to Cali-forn-eye-ay. Don't expect anything for the next week. I'll be busy getting in my parents' way while they attempt to organize their lives.

Yeah, good luck with that.

Love,
Jack

P.S. My parents keep telling me that where I'm moving is less "duuuuude," and more dude ranch.

The 31st was a good day...

For a few reasons:

1) We were approved for the rental that I really, really, really want to be in for the next 2+ years.

2) My sister-in-law and I saw a sign along I-5 that read "Tattoo Expo at the Cow Palace." Two independently funny images rolled into one.

3) Bay Area traffic was definitely going my way as I sped to the airport trying to get above mentioned sister-in-law to the Southwest terminal in time for her flight home.

4) Allan finished the third and final day of the Bar exam. His brain was still in tact, although on stand-by.

5) I got to eat fresh seafood.

6) The consumption of seafood was done in celebration of five years of marriage.

What a great day...